Piper: So sugar is the only fix you get?
Kit: And coffee.
Piper: And sex?
Kit: Haven't since that party.
I stare at my phone. Usually, any mention of sex sends him straight to a change of subject.
But he's answering here.
He really wants to talk about it.
Piper: Why not?
Kit: It's all wrapped together, sex, drugs, and treating people like shit.
Piper: Is that why you've been so cordial lately?
Kit: And tipping 50%.
Piper: As a former waitress, I appreciate that.
Kit: There's no way you're this coherent after hot yoga. I almost died the one time I tried it.
Piper: I'm sweaty and thirsty, but I'm fine.
Kit: I say bullshit.
I take a selfie and send it to prove my point.
Kit: You're barely wearing clothes in that picture.
Piper: I'm in a sports bra and shorts.
Kit: Those are shorts?
Piper: Yes.
Kit: They look like panties to me.
Piper: Only creepy people say "panties."
Kit: Uh-uh.
Piper: Yeah-huh.
Kit: And if I said, "Piper, take off your panties and spread your legs," you'd say "no way, Kit, that's creepy?"
Piper: If you told me to take off my panties, I'd be incoherent.
Kit: You hate the word that much?
Piper: You know what I mean.
Kit: I've had that affect on women before. I'm used to it.
Piper: Are you going to tell me what to wear now?